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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia.
Its solemn swaying into this world isn't a fall,
From the ever-season-shifting earth, it's a call;
Yearning, seeking, searching for liberty within,
Cut from the umbilical code of fear; to win;
Flying, floating, freezing, fizzing, fleeing, freeing,
To go beyond settled foundations, far-seeing...!
The autumn leaf though happy with the gaudy ground,
Does it stay on, as a household slave, freedom bound?
Crawling, creeping, moving, merrying, flying far;
Movement, like the time, the leaf says, has no time bar;
Sometimes slow; sometimes fast; sometimes in mild tempo,
Often, it moves in breeze-race-bustle-like fair flow...!
Does the autumn leaf feel anger against the tree,
That cut it from his sap-filled trunk and let it flee?
Is it disgusted at the grim weather around,
Or the zeitgeist, for his existence, not so sound?
Does it feel frightened of the thistly bristly thorns,
That would pierce its heart and would yearn to hear its mourns...?
The leaf has made the act of flying its mission,
To link with leaves of the same vision ignition;
Flying beyond all feelings of joy and sadness,
Puzzles and riddles and reach zeniths of gladness;
As it knows this would be the only given chance,
Before it reaches its psycho-physical trance...!
Isn't an autumn leaf like a thirsty human soul,
That has taken its flight from the absolute whole?
Moving, merging, shifting, stirring midst silent stroll,
Comprehending incomprehensible bliss pole!
Pushed, pulled, torn, flown, thrown into many a chuckhole,
Attains, ultimately, its unending sole goal...!
23 December 2022
Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sara Kendrick
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Speechless clementine horizons infuse lilac hues,
tinting twilight's tepid breeze, reflecting sensually,
kissing tranquil waters, forming momentary ripples.
Chocolate cosmos awake greeted by fresh frangipani,
blending luscious flavours into an aromatic paradise.
Mockingbirds serenade sun into a silent slumber, its
fluorescent friend parades a galaxy of pellucid pearls.
Menagerie trails lead to zeniths where only eagles soar,
where vermilion dahlia sneak through mountainous smoke,
isolated by time - haunted by ghosts of ancestral Apache.
Silent One
6 January 2018
Example for 10 word and 10 lines challenge contest.
Ten words used:
Menagerie
Vermilion
Infuse
Mockingbirds
Twilight
Frangipani
Luscious
Pellucid
Ancestral
Ripples
the dark skies
Ambushing in the woods to my joys and pleasures
Becoming my life's mess and unwanted passions
Calling my name and his to torment me in the roads for him
Daring to cross my house to destroy my love and joys
Erasing my existence for me and for my lovely man
Falling for me no more , for him as dark clouds harms him
Gauging him for him for my displeasure
Harnessing my anger and anxiety to take him away from me
Iillness catched him to take my love and pride away
Jumping all around my home for the hope for more menace
Kidding about love and harmony
Love as the object of perfect lies beyond the skies
Meanings of love and affections are dust now for him
Nor love nor hate could take him back to my arms
Oppositions are dancing in my backyard from years
People cannot see him and me together , they have punched deep holes
Quest for love and him is over for me now
Rest is with my dear lords and gods
Sitting in my couch but wondering on seas
Tears are dried now in my eyes for me and for him
Upon the dark skies is no light present to ignite any hope
Values of love are useless now for me
Waters of harmony have evaporated long ago
Xeroxing my anger , like an artists most wonderful masterpiece
Years of separations are long now not to be filled with joy anymore
Zeniths of pleasures are gone gone now
your left hand was hard, but your right, gracious
putting me in the balance of Love
of which its fulcrum is discipline and respect.
Your weaknesses were classified
just to ensure I see beyond mine
Your chastisement was not without pain
of which its appreciation
is a strong indicator of my gradual maturity.
You always guard the gates of my territory like a Centurion
and fight against all antigens like a warlock.
You taught me how to be complete
and provided the staff and Ass
as I journey across Life and appreciate.
I initially thought of you differently
when you gave me the partially made sandal,
when you refused to help with the air-tight metal box,
when you gave me bone while milk was still my best delicacy
when you laughed at me while I'm confused
and worst of all, stopping Mum to come to my rescue.
I never knew they were task of Life I most needed,
finishing off the sandal made me industrious,
opening the box, made me determined and never relenting,
chewing the annoying bone made me grow up;
your scorn and laughter actually made me decisive
and rescuing myself made me independent.
All these sum up to making me a MAN!
Which makes you my Hero and role model.
Before I was, there was you;
in fact, I am in existence because of you.
I've always clinged unto you as my Life's support
but you allow me make my mistakes
so as to be the best gadget.
Your regulation of Mum's affections
only makes me be an unspoilt egg.
I always increase when you sweat
and your headaches are stepping stones to my zeniths.
You are such an irreplaceable asset
and your love, so refreshing as the evening air.
What more can I say and how else can I show gratitude?
As much as I know, you need none of these,
One thing I must always say is,
I LOVE YOU DAD!
The bullfrog leads to a croaking sound.
Haunting the summertime downpour.
It's once entirely stumped in an emerald.
Streams with a distorted side outdoor.
My angling bar is imploring for my name.
Across the short zeniths and into a valley.
Squirrels adore a fabulous time romping tame.
Mother swamp frog lives in this vicinity.
The ground uncovers tardy deer tracks.
Thither they made a hilt break for breakfast.
Day Lily embraces me with a hello clack.
Orange toned sprinkled across the floor crust.
Crown spurs are conveyed by a blackberry.
Repeating calves cry someplace in the distance.
Falcons are swooping in to catch prey in the sea.
Spurring of the mountain's life excellence
Written: November 18, 2021
*Hot & Cold*
“The Professional.”
only in my eyes
supports
the temperature.
Mercury, rising above:
Boiling point of no return,
Injection,
Rejection,
like heartfelt tears
on the surface,
pouring of dryness
from the deep
complete.
Bare
Plot
Both
Dot
Cold
not good enough.
You stay,
Numbness against the impression
of adoration
wallows off
Venus, the frigged interiors of:
Freezing below zero,
from my form,
Swallow knots
intent look
nowhere to be found -
in the zeniths
radiation.
Core
Depth
Beauty
Death
Hot
I grasp it all.
The secret of you
I hunger!
Cannot have,
nowhere to be found-
no, lease.
Stay…
A kiss so endlessly,
I need!
I want!
endurance
reassurance
your vibes
confused,
not fixed
your placid
hallucination
during
muddy waters.
And still I may be smitten: -)
By;pd
Alternating with awe and amazement
Belief breathes blessings, brilliant and bright
Calming, creative and colorful – so calm
Dreaming of dainty, delicate delights
Endlessly eager to eliminate evil
Friendly and full of feelings so faithful
Graceful, giving, glorifying God
Hopeful, heartening, a happy heart
Inspiring imaginations and insights
Joyfully jabbering with jaded jests
Keeping kindness with a keener kaleidoscope
Loving, living, laughing, lighting lives
Making music, melodies to make merry
Noels, nativities and needs being nurtured
Open odes and olive branches offered
Promises of peace, prosperity and praise
Quiet and quaint quotes on queries
Reflections and reminders of rare rhymes
Silent sounds, silvery and soft
Truths and talents tempting all to be thankful
Ultimately, using those in unbelievable unions
Visiting vibrant thoughts on velvety vistas
Wise and warm, welcoming worthy souls
Xerically xenogeny brought to xerophilous
Younger in years than in yawning yarns
Zestful zealots who live in heart zeniths
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
POEM TYPE: Abecedarian
2. angel
December 8, 2021
Written: June 8th, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
"Quote: Don't plant anything but love since life is as fleeting and breathless as a half-taken breath—. By Poet"
Under a starless, cimmerian sky—
Night spirit sings a whispering, stern sigh.
A limpid emerald shedding effulgent light,
Tethers Earth to the everlasting height.
Thunder ripped across its hollow shell—
At my waist, zeniths, your fingers fell.
Rain-thrums strike a shameless trance,
As stray fires fueled the ecstasy prance.
We breathe because becoming breaks—
A slender glass of recollection shakes.
Recurring breath, a magic trick, a thick tide,
With a bright lantern casting inside.
I am left breathless, cleaved, and pristine,
A maze of marvel, a plague, on the scene.
Your azure eyes awaken the deepest lawns—
Where emerald trails greet glowing dawns.
An exotic cosmos is the seed of an aged oak.
As winds wander and pierce with stroke
Still, amid our stillness, two souls ring—
We savor the thrill of contorting the sting.
Tempo of the heart beats forth its stygian light,
As Elysium sways, they embellish the night.
We breathe to maintain our ethereal state—
Where falling spirits can grasp their gate.
We are no mere stars; we are the core of clay,
Tacit, tangible trove that slithers away.
Orbits of stigmas screaming for a fight—
Where mellow sparkle shows the night.
Our golden hands carve hours of the day,
Where the sun and rain cavort subtly play.
I love my way through the prickly space—
We change our fate with each sip of grace.
Though breathless, we are never broke—
A lightning magical green-gold smoke.
The sky’s seraphic soprano starts to glow,
The spellbound breath is all we bestow.
They’ve always been there, unaware
When I felt lonely, lost, longing
For the presence of the light’s caress,
Softly unfolding beyond the azure
Skies, whispering joy over my soul, into
Shimmering that twinkles, above
In the skies and below, in my eyes
They’ve always known me, as a child
Silent and the only one belonging
Beneath their gaze, in the warm haze
Tenderly blowing winds through the oaks,
Between emerald pine’s soft needles,
Inspiring the heart to laugh, breathing in
The dandelion dreams, the whimsical
Seeds dancing through the fields, alive
Like the reflection in the streams…
They’ve always colored my thoughts
In hues of inspiration, stirring awake the
Imagination, the creative urges
Birthing poetry, promises pouring out
Through the thickets, the forests…
Woods filled with underbrush, laurels
Groves so honest and completing
Hope for the quiet victory of a forest
They’ve always known me, the girl
Who loves them, their abiding grace
Sentenced to life in this place…
Where God has been, with His hand,
Painting them glorious, graceful…
Gripping the heart with their intimate
Laughter, winds soothing away the night
With the music of these mountains,
So alive – they always strive
To bring the spirit a sense of peace,
Serenity in this place – blue ridges
God’s show, on display – the way
Between moments when the light
Lets in the music, the soothing
His forever beauty – grace like the newness
Beneath the ancient crests, the stillness
His mystery roused in the elevations
Ridges, zeniths, summits – God’s reach
His peace…
They’ve always been there…
Arising through the sheltering limbs and peaks
Praise God for such strength
This is home to me, home – always home
I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021